The sword held against your throat was enough to remind you that you were that this place was far from home. It had been easy to blend in, almost too easy. There was a time where you’d felt like you belonged here, but that time was gone.

Levi glared at you from where his sword threatened to pierce your skin. The only reason he didn’t kill you where you stood was because Hange assured him you were an ally for the Rumbling.

“Marleyan scum. I should’ve known you were a lying traitor.”